."Go!"So I quickly scurried after May into her bedroom. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but May had grabbed my ass, which had excited me. I ...as still drunk, and still groggy from my nap. But if this meant I was going to get with Dana and/or May, I was game to see where this went. After all, my girl was already preoccupied with Victor, and I was about to burst from the excitement of the poker game.We got inside and May pulled up a chair from the side of the room. "Sit down," she said. He reached out for Mabel, encircled her waist with his arm. "Why--why'd'you let him?"Mabel stroked George's head absently. "You--you know why--you know what they--what she--pays me!"He didn't answer."How much d'you think I'd get for just being a cook?" she asked, bitterly. "You know that I hafta do it." She bent down, looked into George's face. "And you do things, too, George--she makes you do things, doesn't she?" That's different," he muttered. He slipped his hand under Mabel's skirt, found. You've got to know where to look. Sometimes, it finds you. In that case, be ready. In the meantime, I have written about numerous girls with numerous fantasies in a single yellow book. These are their stories.Our first fantasy is about an old friend from the past. Her name was Amber. She was one of my first female friends and my first real crush. We met in seventh grade. There was something about her that was different just by looking at her. We became friends. Eighth grade came. I asked my. "This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are large and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons. Allah made the women of this town as beautiful as they are because Muslim men can not resist them, and they should not resist them. Remember, the place of the white woman is on her knees; submissive, passive, willing. Go and give her orgasms, many of them, her orgasms will change Europe forever, will change the world forever, their moans of pleasure should and will be heard.